Fairy on Scarlet Lake, Thread 6: Save Versus Breath Weapon
Thirty Terawatt Satellite Cannon 2013/11/21 (Thu) 01:03
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>[x] ...I got nothing. Help me, Clover!
I stop mid-sip and rack my brain, coming up empty. Damn it, Applepicker, think.
"...I have no idea," I admit. "But--but why is it my job anyway? I mean--"
"Because you're the man!" Clover insists, thumping the table with her palm. "You're supposed to be all seizing initiative and being bold! In charge and all that!"
"...Clover, that's stupid. Really, really stupid. Have you
seen her?" I ask pointedly. "Do you really think I'm in charge of ...
anything?"
"Excuses!" Clover shouts, sitting on the edge of the table beside me. "And besides, it's not that you're a man--"
"Not what you said," I grumble.
"--It's that you're
her man." She pokes a finger at my chest (right in the geta-shaped bruise, though I'm too drunk to feel). "You don't think a dragon likes being swept off her feet?"
All right, maybe she has a point there--Meiling seems really thrilled whenever I express myself. Or break clubs over my arm. Maybe I can go defeat a feral youkai for her honor or something. "Okay, fine. So... give me some ideas."
She pauses, head tottering a bit with all that wine in it. "...Stars," she finally says.
"Stars?"
"A night under the stars! Just the two of you! Maybe a picnic, or a walk, maybe snuggle under a blanket..."
"Might not even need one," I reply, slipping into a big grin despite myself. "She's warm. I mean, really warm. Hot, I might snfmg."
Clover removes her hand from my mouth. "None of that now. We're working here."
I shrug and pour another glass for the both of us, the first bottle already nearly slain. "I'm out of my depths here. So what about the town?"
"Well, you should find out what restaurants there are! And what she likes! And what there is to do!"
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